#a specific feeling

[magneticghouls]

sometimes u just need a red hot chili peppers bass line blasting in ur ears

[rainydal]

I Have 2-3 Things To Do So I Must Jump Out Of A Window

[seed-rom]

Email paranoia when you’re expecting an important communication but you just keep receiving mailing list junk instead

[evesviolets]

And i leave the window open

with the curtains just enough ajar

to let the breeze in

and it circles around my room

pressing against the door frame

trying to find the living

the together

anything but my lonely

there are no mirrors in the room

just my own reflections

and shadows that are all encompassing

that are so complacent

[fooltofancy]

that’s my boy.

[whatagrump]

you know when you’re laughing at something and then it turns into a hacking cough and you feel like the pale, consumptive little kid in a turn of the century novel who was strictly forbidden from having any fun and he’s only just begun to learn how?

[whatdoessheeat]

I am fearful of something more than fear:  it's something in the landscape surrounding the cities and smaller towns between here and the coast, something out there that feels so empty and it is not made of earth or muscle or fur; it's like a pocket of death but with no form other than the light one might cast upon its trail of fragments.  For a moment I think it's just the unfamiliarity of the landscape's agenda, what it contains in the future of its emptiness.  I mean, out there I am in and surrounded by a void, a "natural" counterpart to the industrial void of the cities.  Out there I can feel buried under the dome of the sky and feel claustrophobic in the heat which is like a plastic cushion pressing unseen against all the surfaces of my exposed body and in all that dizzying stillness I feel like my soul and my flesh will suddenly and abruptly be consumed within the civilizational landscape or else expelled off the face of the earth.  What troubles me is that I might not mind.

David Wojnarowicz, Close to the Knives